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decapitated body off of him and rolled over vomiting onto the weeds. The coach’s body was badly damaged. The ivory white of broken bone protruded through his skin in multiple places where the thing had clutched him. Blood poured from the top of his neck. Brent’s shirt was covered in it.
    “ We need to move,” Jeff said. “Without my motion sensor, we’re sitting ducks out here.”
    “ All right,” Powell conceded, helping Brent stand. Brent appeared rather shaken up and Jeff didn’t blame him.
    “ This way.” He led them back toward the Taylor farm. “The next time someone dies, we have to make sure it does, too.”
    By the time they reached the cars even Jeff was sweating. Powell appeared on the verge of collapse. While the man tried to catch his breath, he motioned for the other deputy to get on their patrol car’s radio.
    “ It has our scent now,” Jeff said. “If it’s angry enough, it’ll come after us as long as we’re not in town.”
    “ Sorry, man,” Powell said to Jeff.
    “ For what?”
    “ For thinking you were off your rocker.”
    A roar erupted from somewhere deep in the woods. The deputy jerked up his M-16 and aimed at the forest. Jeff barely managed to stop him before he squeezed the trigger. “Don’t. You can’t hit it. Besides, that M-16 is likely only going to tick it off more if you do. It would take a really bloody lucky shot to get a clean kill with that weapon.”
    Jeff popped open the trunk of his rental car and grabbed a grenade.
    Powell’s eyes bugged out. “What are you doing?”
    “ Buying us some time to get away from this place.” Jeff pulled the pin and wound up like a pro pitcher and hurled it into the trees. A moment later, fire, dirt and splinters came through the woods. The explosion hurt his ears. He was playing a hunch the explosion would scare the sasquatch off or at least give it pause. They were in no position to make a stand if it came charging at them.
    Brent already had the patrol car running. “Get in!” he shouted.
    Jeff and Powell hopped inside as it peeled away and the car took off out of the drive, speeding toward the main road into town.
     
     
    Becca
     
    Becca felt stupid. A man died in her town last night and here she sat Googling facts about Bigfoot. This wasn’t why she’d ran for the sheriff’s office. Things like Bigfoot weren’t supposed to be real yet all the evidence pointed to the creature or something like it living in the forest surrounding Babble Creek. She knew Powell and Brent hadn’t radioed in yet or Gab would have let her know about it. She was beginning to get worried about them, despite Powell’s normal tardiness.
    According to her research so far, Bigfoot was peaceful and only attacked if angered or threatened. The creatures tried to steer clear of humans as much as the zealous folk who believed in them tried to prove they existed. Some of the facts about them were disturbing. Some sources said the males could weigh two thousand pounds and possessed the strength to throw half their weight. Their muscle density was much higher than that of even the toughest bears and some reports claimed they could reach speeds of over forty miles per hour. If one of those things was really out there, they were in serious trouble. The thing would be next to impossible to stop without risking the lives of her officers. She considered radioing the department over in Macon for assistance, but decided against it. She already took crap from them for being a woman; she didn’t want them to think she was crazy, too, if there was a more rational explanation to the attacks.
    She shoved her chair away from the desk and closed her laptop. She was tired of sitting and waiting to hear something.
    Becca was en route to the old Taylor place when she got the call from Brent on the radio. The deputy’s voice was frantic as he told her they’d found Taylor and that the Babble Creek monster was real. He and Powell had Taylor with them and were heading